PENTHEUS.
What array? The woman's? Nay, I will not.
DIONYSUS.
Doth it change So soon, all thy desire to see this strange Adoring?
PENTHEUS.
Wait! What garb wilt thou bestow About me?
DIONYSUS.
First a long tress dangling low Beneath thy shoulders.
PENTHEUS.
Aye, and next?
DIONYSUS.
The said Robe, falling to thy feet; and on thine head A snood.
PENTHEUS.
And after? Hast thou aught beyond?
DIONYSUS.
Surely; the dappled fawn-skin and the wand.
PENTHEUS (after a struggle with himself).
Enough! I cannot wear a robe and snood.
DIONYSUS.
Wouldst liefer draw the sword and spill men's blood?
PENTHEUS (again doubting).
True, that were evil.--Aye; 'tis best to go First to some place of watch.
DIONYSUS.
Far wiser so, Than seek by wrath wrath's bitter recompense.
PENTHEUS.